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Fairyville (Fairyville #1) Page 9
Author: Emma Holly

Now that he had what he'd been denying himself, some of the tension in him eased. This moment was what he lived for. To want someone. To be wanted back. To lose himself in desire. He gentled his motions, giving Bryan a chance to trust he wouldn't get him off right away. Then, just in case that was too easy, he dug his hand into Bryan's trousers to fondle his balls.

Oh, they were fun to play with, ripe and heavy against the cup of his palm.

"Alex," Bryan moaned, his h*ps beginning to answer Alex's rhythm. "Fuck. You don't know how much I've wanted this."

However much he'd wanted it, he was being too careful for Alex's taste. He needed his partners to go as crazy as he did. Determined, he dug his fingers into Bryan's bu**ocks hard enough to bruise, which forced his c**k closer to his throat. If Bryan thought Alex couldn't match his longing, he had no idea just how bad his partner's urges got. Hell, feeling Bryan start to shove in earnest had his own c**k so hard it hurt.

He sank into the act as long as he could, but finally he had to let go and swallow. When he did, he realized he really couldn't wait anymore. Bryan's groan at being released came from a distance. A haze was filling Alex's head, one that would take over if he didn't give his body what it demanded. Alex didn't want that. He'd turned rough in the past when he let himself get that bad, and just because his partners hadn't complained didn't make it right.

He rested his cheek against Bryan's groin.

"Do you like to be f**ked?" he asked into Bryan's hipbone. "Because I sure would like to take you now."

For a second Bryan didn't speak. When he did, he had to gasp for breath between the words. "Jeez, Alex. Even if I didn't like it, I'd let you."

Alex stood and held Bryan's face. "You do like it, though?"

"Oh, yeah," he said with all the heartfelt hunger Alex could desire. "I like it as good as being sucked off."

Alex smiled, so savagely pleased he should have been baring fangs. Too close to getting what it wanted to be contained, the dominant in him shoved out of its cage. "Take off your clothes," he ordered.

Bryan shivered at his tone. "You've got protection?"

"Buddy, I've got better. I've got lube, too."

Bryan watched him pull both out of his wallet, feeling as if his world was turning upside down. Alex wanted him. Alex was going to f**k him here and now. As Bryan shucked his pants and underwear, Alex began stripping, too. Bryan hadn't expected him to get na**d and couldn't help wetting his lips. The barest he'd seen the object of his obsession was in running shorts. Good though that was, it wasn't the same as the full Monty. Bryan watched in fascination as Alex shoved his trousers down. His c**k bounced out in full erection… and kept on bouncing with the blood that pumped through it. It was thicker than Bryan expected, and as hard as if he'd been getting sucked. His thatch was honey-brown, the only part of him that wasn't bleached by the sun.

Bryan's fingers itched to explore all of it.

"Turn around," Alex ordered in that same harsh voice that had ramped through Bryan like a lick of sound. Bryan couldn't move. Alex's hands were racing up the buttons of his shirt. He wrenched it off his lean, muscled chest. "Do it, Bryan. I want you to grip the sink."

Bryan shook his head, his gaze arrested by all that flexing, flushed bounty.

"Bryan," Alex said, bringing his eyes to his face. "I know you want to touch me, but I really can't wait for that."

He folded his shirt and threw it on the closed toilet seat, meticulous even in his impatience. His eyes were strange, their blue intensified by his lust. Bryan wasn't sure he bought Alex's theory that he was a sex addict, but his expression held a definite hint of menace as he came closer. He looked as if not being able to wait meant something different to him than it would to Bryan, something dangerous. Bryan's c**k jolted higher and began to throb. He'd never thought he'd like rough sex, but he sure was hoping for it now.

"Turn," Alex said, even lower than before. He took Bryan's shoulder, guiding it where he wanted. "You can touch me all you want later."

"That's a risky promise," Bryan tried to joke.

Alex lacked his feet apart.

He gave Bryan no warning when he started with the lube, using two fingers to shove it in with quick hard strokes. A tingle started deep inside him. Alex's hand was hot, his fingers long and narrow, and every insertion felt like sheer heaven. He rubbed those outer, nerve-rich reaches with arousing skill, leaving Bryan in no doubt that he had indeed been f**king men.

Fortunately, Bryan was way too excited to be upset.

"Good," Alex said, feeling the ring of muscle relax.

And then he was there, his hairy legs pressing between Bryan's, his prick hot and insistent against the opening. Bryan's pulse went into double-time.

He liked being f**ked. He'd just never done it this fast.

"It's okay," Alex said, his hands tight and sweaty on Bryan's hips. "You're ready. Just breathe out nice and slow."

He must have known better than Bryan. He pushed as Bryan exhaled, gliding in without a hitch, though the glide took a good long time. Bryan had to bite his lip to hold back a moan of delight. All they needed was some intern hearing them and breaking in. The tweak of anxiety was more arousing than Bryan needed. God, Alex was big—big and hot and better than any dream he'd jacked off to.

Alex seemed to like being clamped so closely. He groaned and pressed his face into Bryan's back. His hands ran up Bryan's chest, twanging across his erect ni**les before closing on his shoulders. His c**k stirred inside Bryan's body, satin wrapped around a core of fire. Alex really must have been hard up. His whole body was shuddering with need.

"God," he said, an edge of fear in it. "Oh, God, that's good."

Bryan pulled one of Alex's hands to his cock. Sometimes his erection faded when a partner took him anally, but not this time. This time he'd stayed full enough to burst. Alex gripped his swollen base like holding on to it was all that kept him from doing something stupid.

Since Bryan suspected "something stupid" was giving in to what he really wanted, he wasn't about to preach caution.

"Go," Bryan urged instead. "You feel good to me, too."

Alex's curse held a hint of apology, but that didn't stop him from uncoiling into swift motion. He shot from zero to sixty in two seconds, his c**k pounding into Bryan like he'd gone insane.

Bryan would have lost his footing if the sink hadn't held him up, and even then he had to grip it for dear life. It wasn't just the force of Alex's thrusts that robbed him of strength, it was the incredibly sweet pleasure. Bryan hadn't known he was a size queen, but every bulge of Alex's big erection rubbed every spot that needed it, as if Alex had a periscope in there that told him where to go. His technique was so effing perfect, it seemed unreal—and the speed! That was like jumping off a cliff straight to orgasm. No buildup, just a drop as scarily intense as defying death.

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